SpyWare VII

SpyWare VII
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Disclaimer: This story mentions a discussion board known as FemNet. There are several domains in cyberspace with this name as part of their name (It's also for sale). The FemNet discussion board in this story is totally fictitious and has no connection whatsoever with any real domain, site or discussion board.

Spyware VII

I managed to make it through the rest of the week without much discomfort. I woke up a couple of times during the night with the feeling that I got whenever my penis tried to erect in its cage. Whatever dream I had that was fueling the erection was soon forgotten and I could go back to sleep.

I decided not to torture myself and look at even the sites that Sarah approved for me. I had to distract myself with the least sexy things I could think of. I started running because I heard that exercise is a good way to burn off testosterone and I certainly didn't need an excess of that now.

I also had to distract my mind. I tried playing my games on my computer. The computer is where I spent my time surfing porn. Something clicked from algebra class, "Things equal to the same thing are equal to each other." So even when I played games, I was subconsciously thinking about sex. Also there was always the temptation to put the game on hold and click a racy site.

So I actually started doing school work: the most boring and least sexual activity I could think of. It worked quite well in that I couldn't possibly think of sex while pondering the meaning of "sohcahtoa;" or reading about Charlemagne and why the Holy Roman Empire wasn't Holy, Roman or an Empire; or wondering where I'll ever have to use the phrase, "La plume de ma tante est sur la table."

Although the running and the studying and the staying away from the computer helped to keep my mind off sex, it wasn't a perfect solution. There were still the girls at school and they didn't even try to pretend that they were modest in the way they dressed or acted. In my sex-starved condition, even the ones that I used to think weren't that good looking started to appeal to me. Then there's TV. I never realized how much sex is packed into the programs and especially the commercials.

Nonetheless, I managed to keep my penis under control - most of the time. However, when Saturday came around again it became harder and harder, both the penis, and my ability to keep my mind off the anticipation of sex with the girls. I doubted that I would actually ever have sex WITH the girls, but I could still have sex of a sort with the girls being witness to it.

Even mom looked good in her tennis outfit. I had to put those thoughts out of my mind.

When we got to Sarah's house, my aunt gave me instructions on what she needed to be done with the gardening. "I need you to trim and mow."

Mowing was a fairly large task. Mowing the front wasn't that difficult. My aunt's driveway must be about 300 feet long and cuts through the woods. That puts the house well off the street and makes it very private. There is a grass border about 3 feet wide on either side so two passes with the mower on each side, and I'm done.

Edging 600 feet of concrete was another thing. Fortunately edging is a rather quick task. I usually finished off with the leaf blower to clear the clippings back into the grass.

I was about half way down the drive on the first side, stripped to the waist and sweating when a car drove by. It was Wendy being dropped off by her mom. I could see the big grin on the girl's face as she passed me. She waved enthusiastically and I waved back meekly.

A couple of minutes later the car came back up the driveway slowly, containing only the driver. The car stopped. Wendy's mom lowered the window and motioned to me. I turned off the mower, hung my "Mickey Mouse" ear protectors around my neck, pulled out my iPod ear buds and approached her.

"You must be Peter," she said. "I want to let you know how much I appreciate what you are doing for Wendy and the other girls. The online doctor says it will help her with her confidence, and I can see that already. She's really blossoming as a young woman."

All the while, I could see her looking my body up and down. I felt like a piece of meat in a butcher shop and she was a customer evaluating whether to buy it. I had a tough time concentrating on her words.

"Wendy also told me about your cage. Do you have it on now?"

I could feel myself blush, but I nodded.

"Can I see it?"

I was silent for a while and all I could manage to say was, "Here?"

"Yes, get in the car and sit next to me."

I was glad I was spared the humiliation of having to expose myself in public.

I felt a chill as I got in. She had the air conditioning on and the contrast in temperature gave me goose bumps. The seat was still warm, probably since Wendy was just sitting there. That thought made me feel funny. My skin was touching where her skin was just touching. I was consciously aware of the leather on my wet, sweaty body.

"Take it out," was her simple command. I raised my butt up off the seat and pulled down my shorts. I was getting used to taking orders without question from females by now. I didn't think I'd win in any case. She would tell Wendy. Wendy would tell Sarah, and then I'd be in trouble. "Ohh," was all she said.

Without a word, she reached over and touched it. "Rachael told me so much about it. I was thinking about getting one of these for my husband."

She smiled at me and said, "That's not a bad little package you have in that package either. I've seen pictures of it. You should be proud of it. I can't recall ever seeing one so nice on a boy your age. No wonder the girls like it so much."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks. I've seen enough. You're such a sweet boy. I'm glad you're Wendy's friend."

As I arched up to pull up my shorts again I thought, "Wendy's friend?" What was Wendy telling her mom?

As I was sliding back out of the car she said, "And the rest of you isn't hard on the eyes either."

I went back to my work and soon another two people appeared on bicycles. It was Dianna and Jenny. They were about as sweaty as I was. Each of them was clad in only a helmet, bikini top, tight shorts and sneakers. Damn! They looked so good. I winced as my penis tried to agree.

They stopped next to me so I shut down the mower again and went over to talk to them.

"Hi Peter," Jenny said with a chirp. "I hope you're not too busy with your yard work this week so you'll have time for us."

"The front will take me about another 15 minutes, if I can be spared from the distractions."

Dianna pouted, "Oh, so now we're 'distractions?'"

I was quick to amend my statement, "Oh no. It's not like that. I mean ... Yeah, you are distractions but nice distractions - maybe more like attractions."

The girls laughed. Diana leaned over on her bike and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Nice recovery. We'll take that as a compliment. Please hurry, we want to be with you."

They got back on their bikes and rode down the driveway. I stood there rubbing my twice-kissed cheek, looking at the cheeks of their behinds pump up and down with their peddling, thinking, "So Wendy is my 'friend' and these girls are eager to see me. Just what is my relationship with these girls?"

It took me the promised 15 minutes to get the front done. Then I had to tackle the back. The back was the biggest job. As far as "acreage" of the grass goes, it would probably rate a riding mower, but with fences, trees and other obstacles it turned out to be what was essentially three small yards rather than one large one. The irregular shape of the yards made mowing a slow job. It usually took me a little more than an hour to get it done.

The girls were out on the deck sunning themselves in their bathing suits when I started to lug in my equipment to do the back.

"Peter, come here," Sarah called. "Time to get undressed."

"Can we put this off?" I asked, "Your mom really wants to get this job done. I'd like to get it out of the way before we do anything else. You can play with me all you want later."

"Of course," Sarah smiled. "We girls just want to see you do your yard work in the nude. You can keep your shoes on. Just to be sure that you don't get burned in the wrong spots, we'll apply some suntan lotion on you.

Sarah told me to lose the shorts and underwear. I stood there in sort of a vertical spread eagle position as she directed me. She then took off the device. It felt so good to have the release and simply having my penis exposed made it erect.

Sarah looked at it and laughed, "Well that will certainly make our next job easier. Soon the girls were rubbing the sunscreen all over my body.

When they were done, Sarah said, "OK, you can go to work now."

I complained, "I keep my iPod in the pocket of my shorts."

"You can use my fanny pack!" Diana said. It was pink and had flowers on it but it was the best offer I was going to get. I went back to work wearing Diana's flowered fanny pack, iPod tucked within, my Mickey Mouse ears, a pair of sneakers, and an erection that took a lot of hard work to wear off.

The lawn was thick and the grass was tall. I had to make numerous trips with the bag to the compost cylinder. As I looked at it, I remembered how the girls watched me pee into it the previous week, and it made me blush, but also made me feel a different kind of funny.

I was suddenly aware of a presence behind me (wearing those Mickey Mouse ears and having an iPod blasting in your ears has its disadvantages; you can't hear people creep up on you.) It was the girls and I expected that they were going to make me pee again or do some other humiliating thing. I took off my ears.

Instead, Diana offered me some ice tea. "It's really hot out here and we want to make sure you stay hydrated."

I didn't know why it took all four of them to carry the ice tea to me, but I stopped trying to figure out why girls do what girls do.

I leaned back on the pool cover which was stored there and this pushed my crotch forward. I enjoyed my impromptu break with the girls as they eyed my body up and down, but mostly middle. It seemed odd that with all of the yard available, that the five of us would be crowded in this one remote corner of it tucked behind the side of the house.

One would have never guessed the situation from overhearing the conversation. We talked about our week, school and the things we did. I finished my tea and thanked the girls. Sarah asked, "When do you think you'll be done?"

"About another 45 minutes, I think." I think that the girls were as eager to play with me as I was to get played with.

I did have one more iced tea break, this one in the middle of the lawn. Diana once again presented the tea, and Wendy and Jenny held back on the deck. As usual, they were chattering up a storm with each other but they were looking our way. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what she was up to.

"I thought you'd appreciate another iced tea. You're really working hard out here," she said.

"It's not too bad. I'm sort of used to it, although I usually have more clothes on when I do it."

"That's a shame. You have a great body. You should show it off more often."

I decided to return the compliment. "Well, you have a great body too. You should show it off more often." I must have scored a point as I could see her blush.

I decided to press on the attack. "No, I mean it. You're a really pretty girl. A boy would have to be crazy not to notice you."

"That's sweet. No boy ever told me that before."

The conversation and her presence was having its effect. I was getting hard in spite of my physical labor.

Diana didn't fail to notice. She looked down at my erection smiled at me and bit her lower lip in a coy sort of expression but said, "I guess you really mean that."

"I do!" It was only the truth. I finished up my iced tea and handed the glass back to her. I watched as she walked back to join her friends. Boy, did she have a cute ass and her bikini bottom did little to hide it!

I eventually did get the lawn finished. The last of my duties was to sweep the clippings clear of the area around the pool. I had the entire ensemble of girls to supervise me in this task.

When I had put the broom away, Sarah beckoned to me, "Come sit. We have to talk to you about something."

I sat down to a sea of smiling girlish faces. I thought it a little odd since sitting at the table meant that they really couldn't get a view of my penis. Maybe they got enough of that as I was working.

Sarah went on, "We have a project. My alter ego on FemNet has been a busy girl. A couple of women wished that their daughters had the same opportunity as the real me."

"You're not going to ..." I said immediately.

"No, were not going to bring in other girls -- yet. I might decide to do that in the future, but for the moment, it's just Wendy, Jenny, Diana and me.

What I'm talking about is a video. There are a lot of books out there that show little girls what little boys look like, and they go on to explain everything about the 'facts of life' up to and including childbirth. Many of the women are familiar with the books and think they are great. Mom got me the whole series as I was growing up. I still have them.

The women think the books are great - as far as they go. But the books are somewhat childish, they don't show a lot. I mean, one of them shows a good drawing of a penis but there are no actual pictures. There is some explanation of how a penis works, but it isn't much.

The books do a good job explaining what goes on physically in a girl's body. They even make references to intercourse and its role in pregnancy but they don't show anything about it.

Oral sex or masturbation, male or female isn't even mentioned.

The women are concerned that the books don't show a real boy in action. They are also interested in teaching their daughters more than just the physical aspects of sex. They want their girls to know the 'real' facts of life: how boys should treat girls.

So GeekGirl suggested that maybe a series of videos would be appropriate. Your mom quickly volunteered the fact that we had plenty of videos from the computer but they aren't of the best quality.

So we agreed to produce a video series like the books. It will start off with something for younger girls: a simple view of a real penis, showing the parts, showing it in action - that is pee only. Subsequent videos made for older girls might go into erections and masturbation. Then finally male chastity and female control.

Women could introduce these videos as they felt their daughters were ready to watch them. GeekGirl told them that she would come up with a script for their approval, and received a lot of ideas."

"And I suppose I'm supposed to be the star of this show?"

"You got it. Mom came to me and explained the project. She said that she would feel funny doing it herself or hiring someone to do it. I told her that I'd do it. First of all, she doesn't know one end of a video camera from the other, and certainly wouldn't know how to edit it. Mom's actually going to pay me to do it!

The girls and I are also going to star in the video. I already got some good footage of you working in the yard from the upstairs window. I couldn't have asked for better acting. It was nice of you to get an erection on queue as you were talking with Diana. I plan on doing a whole section on the psychological effects that girls have on boys. It's important for girls to know the power that they have.

But I'm going to need some close-ups. Let's go inside and do it in the bathroom. Bathrooms seem like such a natural setting for what we're going to do next."

I was hard, and my penis swung obscenely from side to side as the girls escorted me to the bathroom.

Sarah explained to me what was going to happen next. "I'm going to have to shoot some scenes out of sequence. You are horny now. You will probably have the best ejaculation of the day at this moment. So we are going to film you jerking off. I'll fill in with you getting undressed, and preparing yourself for masturbation later.

Still later, we'll take some shots requiring you to be flaccid. I don't think you could manage that now. I have a whole spreadsheet of things for you to do.

When I got to the bathroom, I noticed a camera already in position on the shower door. It was set up to look over my shoulder into mirror and get my front as I stood in front of the sink. A tripod was set up discretely on one the side of the vanity apparently to film the act from the side as well. Sarah was busy putting her camera on it.

I had seen this technique in the movies where an action scene was filmed from multiple angles so a couple of seconds of action could be spread out over a minute.

Sarah had me stand at the sink and showed me how she wanted me to pose and have me do a couple of "dry pumps." She checked the cameras and made some final adjustments.

Meanwhile the other girls were busy with their still cameras taking pictures.

Sarah consulted her script. "Oh one more thing," she said and went scampering off. She came back with a copy of a Playboy Magazine. "Props," she explained, "It's the best I could do. Just leave it on the side of the sink for now. We'll work it into the rest of the movie later."

"Props," I thought. At least this movie wasn't going to break the budget on wardrobe.

The girls cleared out of the bathroom so they wouldn't be in the picture and watched from the wings. Sarah gave me some last minute instructions. She stepped back and said, "Action!"

I started pumping away with Sarah giving me directions, "Slow down." "Give me more emotion in your face." "You're drifting, turn to the left a little, that's good!" As I got closer she told me, "OK, I want you to let go. Don't hold back. Pant, grunt, groan. Scream if you want."

I didn't have to act much for this part. I felt myself cuming and I went with it. I started bucking back and forth as well as pumping. I closed my eyes and threw my head up. I could feel the cum fly as it pulsed through my penis. I don't know how long I was at it, but it seemed to go on and on.

Finally I was drained and panting. My head hung and I let out a huge sigh followed by a jump and a yelp. Wendy had crawled into the bathroom behind me and stuck a pin in my ass cheek. It wasn't painful at all, but it was startling.

I heard the word, "Cut!" and the girls came back in the room.

I looked down at the giggling Wendy. "What the hell was that all about?"

Sarah explained it, "In the next scene, one of us girls is supposed to surprise you - catch you in the act. We thought we'd get your reaction now. I'll probably voiceover most of the scene, but we'll keep the part at the end where you are making those most delicious noises."

That scene didn't happen just then. Since I went down, Sarah decided to shoot some other scenes that required me to be limp. "Enjoy these while you can," she explained, "There aren't too many of them in the script."

One of these scenes was a close up shot right up at my crotch. For this I was to stand in front of a sheet that was tacked to the wall. Wendy took a long time to set up the shot, and was very meticulous getting the background and angles just right.

Sarah had Wendy hold my penis in her latex gloved encased fingers as Jenny pointed to the various parts of my penis with a short telescoping pointer.

As Sarah called off the parts, glans, sulcus, meatus, shaft, frenulum, scrotum, testicles. Jenny pointed to them. The girls obviously must have been studying male anatomy from a book or on line as well as from my body.

When this scene was completed, Wendy asked, "can we see how it came out?"

"I think we should," suggested Jenny. "Just in case we have to do a reshoot."

Sarah frowned, but said, "I think you girls are right," and went off to her computer. We all followed. She downloaded the scene and started to play it.

The screen was full of the close-up. Wendy laughed as she commented. "Journey to the center of a boy, starring Peter's Penis, Wendy's Fingers, and Jenny's Pointer."

As the scene progressed, I could hear Sarah's voice in the video instructing the girls. "I'll have to voice that over," she said. "We've got a couple of good stills I can freeze on here too.

Then Sarah selected another file and ran it. It was a similar scene except it was a different penis, a different female hand and a different pointer. The big difference was that this penis was uncircumcised. I had heard about uncircumcised penises, and seen them on the internet but somehow this seemed more personal; almost as if the boy were actually there.

The women or girls in that script went through the same exercise as we just did, in the exact same order. It was a very close match even down to the lighting and the angles.

Sarah brought up both movies side-by-side. The timing was a little off. However, she ran each of them to the same point and froze them. It looked like two almost identical pictures except that the other boy had a foreskin and I didn't. Also, his skin color was a little darker.

"Who is that?" I had to ask.

Sarah said, "A woman called, 'SissyQ91.' She's on FemNet. She's very interested in the project and wants to do the same thing with her daughter. That's her nephew as she and her sister and niece made the clip and sent it to me. A lot of women are making contributions to the project.

I mean you can't have a movie about penises without having both kinds of penises featured. Don't worry. He's just a cameo appearance; you're still the real star of this movie. Other women have volunteered to send pictures of boys in various stages of development."

"I don't recall seeing SissyQ91's name in the log file you sent me."

Sarah rolled her eyes, "I don't send you everything. You're lucky to see what I showed you. FemNet is supposed to be a Girls-Only club. No boys allowed.

Our discussion group has really grown. It's the hottest thing on FemNet. There must be dozens of women logged in whenever we have a session. Fortunately, most of them just lurk, otherwise we'd never get anything done.

You should see the email I get! Most of it is from women simply thanking me for running the chat. Some of them include pictures with their girls and boys in action.

A lot of them have questions. These I scan quickly and autoreply that due to the volume of mail, I can't handle personal requests and that they should bring the issue up during the chats.

Then there are the women who want me to come and train their sons or daughters.

I've even gotten invitations to speak at women's groups. I just got one last night with an offer to fly me out to Las Vegas and put me up in a five star hotel!"

It was obvious that Sarah was enjoying her fame as Doctor GeekGirl.

She went on, "Now you see why the videos are so important. Most of the questions I get are of the nature, 'How do I get my daughter, niece, granddaughter or whatever started?'

One of the women has a production studio, another woman is a lawyer. Our moms and these women are talking about what it will take to set up a small company.

Mom was concerned about the fees but the women are willing to do it on contingency meaning they don't get paid until the company has the money to pay them.

Our moms offered consulting fees to GeekGirl for her part in the production, but I had to decline for obvious reasons. But as my other self put it, "I'm just glad to help a generation of girls find their proper place in the world."

Sarah's eyes lit up as she discussed the prospect of the business. "Both our moms will be shareholders as well as you and me. We can make a lot of money off this!

If we make money, even Wendy, Diana and Jenny will get paid for their roles as actresses in the videos." The three girls giggled at the statement.

I felt funny about "selling my body" or even worse, having Sarah sell my body for profit. But as Sarah put it, "Think of it. college paid for. No student loans. A nice car. Help with rent maybe even a house of your own." I had to admit that there was some sense to this and it encouraged me to be a more willing actor.

Sarah looked at me and smiled, "OK then. Why don't you make us some lunch? I need some shots for a segment called, 'Boys in the kitchen.'"